My head jerked up at the light tapping on the door. “Come out, Iris. No more hiding. I have food for you.” “Why do you think I’m hiding?” “There hasn’t been any movement for ten solid minutes. Come on.” The doorknob jiggled, but I’d locked it so it didn’t open. “Why are you listening to me in the bathroom?” Something clunked against the door. Something solid and large. Probably his head. “Iris…” he groused. With a sigh, I got up and cracked the door, peering at Ronan through the narrow opening. I half expected him to already be in a suit, but he wore a T-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was
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